"Oh, no, my pet. This is just the beginning."

Drusilla is a very sociable (and completely mad) vampire. She loves meeting new people, and is, consequently, always open for plotting and RP.

As a mun, I welcome criticism and advice, as well as canon corrections (if necessary). No one is infallible, and, although this is my interpretation of Drusilla, I welcome input from other fans and writers. It’s nice to know what works and what doesn’t!

Comments are screened, just in case, but you're very welcome to contact me on AIM or by email if you prefer. The details are all in my journal profile.

I can also be reached fairly easily via my personal journal, atraphoenix, but please note that I am in the UK and currently operating on GMT.

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Player Nickname: Emma
Player LJ: atraphoenix
AIM: atravenenum
Email: atraphoenix@hotmail.co.uk

Character: Drusilla
Fandom: Angel / Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Current Canon Point: Following Darla's resurrection.

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The night was black as coal. The same colour as her heart. The same colour as a tongue that had been corrupted by filthy little lies. Usually, Drusilla would have relished that. But things were different now.

She and her new doll had been together for a week, feasting and dancing and drinking in the moonlight. Full of potential, she was. For goodness or for wickedness, depending on who found her first.

For Drusilla, the path was as clear as the blade of a knife. She had found Alice first. She would fashion her sweet little girl into the vampire that she deserved to be.

Angelus had sculpted her. Now it was time for his little girl to make a masterpiece of her own.

"Alice?" she murmured, slipping silently into her companion's hotel room, "Are you dreaming?"

What are you dreaming of, my dear? Are you seeing the future I'm going to build for you?

(Although this story doesn't feature a particular version of Ten, I can’t pretend that I didn’t have rude_not_ginger in mind when I was writing it.)

( Ten Trips Still to be Taken )

Prompt: Ten Trips Still to be Taken
Word Count: 3017

Player

Name: Emma
Journal: atraphoenix
IM: atravenenum
Email: atraphoenix@hotmail.co.uk
Other Characters: DG and Martha Jones

Character Information

Character Name: Drusilla (AU)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Chronology: Drusilla is canonical up to her appearance in the episode 'Becoming: Part II' in the second season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She deviates somewhat after that, although the events of her universe roughly follow the events of the next few seasons.

( “Psst, we're going to destroy the world. Want to come?” )

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(Based on roleplay with the wonderful swanseer at realityshifted.)

Drusilla was just like Goldilocks. She didn’t have the right hair and she couldn’t abide porridge, but the stories ... oh, yes. She always got the stories right.

( Too hot, too cold and just right. )

Prompt: "We are alone, you and I. How unusual."
Word Count: 1,592

The Road Less Travelled

2. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
A Midsummer Night's Dream: Act V, Scene I

“Choose a different path, Drusilla,” murmurs the man in the moon, and she does. She steps along a new fork in the road, then another – the future stretches out before her like a ribbon – and she peeps in at the lives she never got to live.

( “For eternity, pet. For eternity.” )

Chile was a popular destination for vampires. It didn’t have the vibrancy of Brazil or the history of Peru, but it had an ample supply of shadowy old buildings and pretty little flower girls. William – who was either twenty four years or six months old, depending on how you wanted to measure age – had been sired during a holiday trip to Santiago, and now aimed to make sure that his ‘mother’ enjoyed everything the country had to offer.

It wasn’t an easy task. Drusilla was petulant and unpredictable, and she certainly wasn’t a patient teacher. William had no idea what sort of shoes he had been made to fill, but the older vampire made it painfully clear that he would never really succeed.

He wished he didn’t love her so much, but everything had changed when she’d lured him into a quiet alleyway behind an even quieter hotel. What else did he have now?

Drusilla was currently seated in the centre of a room in an abandoned warehouse, sprawled elegantly across a white divan with her crimson dress spread out around her like a drop of blood in a saucer of milk. She seemed to be in a good mood, although William wasn't entirely sure why. She'd spent most of last night teasing him for his mediocre blood lust.

She seemed to be ... waiting for something.

He wasn't entirely surprised when there was a bang on the door.

"There's somebody outside. Pet."

He didn’t understand why Drusilla was so fond of being called ‘pet’, but following it up with a ‘princess’ was a sure fire way of getting an invitation into her bed, so the young vampire said it as much as possible. Today, however, she snapped her head up, quick as a snake, to stare straight past him and fix her gaze on the door.

“It’s Grandmummy, come to see her little Drusilla,” she breathed, dark eyes shining, “We shall have satin and fine dresses and crumpets for tea.”

She stopped suddenly, sniffing the air.

“And she brings the Angel beast with her. She’s full of him.”

She glanced at the vampire hovering uncertainly at her side.

( “Run away, little boy. This isn’t a game for you to play.” )

Prompt: Mother's Love
Word Count: 940